Bullets, Bad Boys, and A Big Mac

Bullets, Bad Boys, and A Big Mac

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We all dropped our meals and put our hands up. I was currently in a sticky situation; My half eaten Big Mac was currently splayed on the floor, and the cashier had a gun to his head. The only thing we could comprehend was; Bullets. Bad boys. And a Big Mac.
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Taylor Vanessa Ryan. Her black leather jacket helps her hide her bruises, each one of them done by her father. She works at a bar as a dance teacher, just to gain cash to get away from her secrets. To get away from the world. All she wants is for everyone to leave her alone. Yet James McDaniels can't stay away from her. Specially when he's drowning in a deal that has to do with her. Bruises, Lies, Stalking, Cover ups, Parties, Hospital trips, Forests, Pole dancing, Running away, and Maybe just a bit of love... 《Carmen's body stopped struggling. The bubbles forming from her air stopped and the water became still. Fred stood there in shock. He was as afraid as me. And I was practically shitting my pants. Taylor let go of Carmen's head. Carmen's lifeless body fell to the concrete floor with a loud thump. Taylor's hands were red even after she wiped them on her shirt. She picked up the gun and kicked Carmen's lifeless body. She took a step towards Fred and I. But I feared my own safety. My gun pointed at Taylor. She stopped walking her face going pale. She looked at Fred then at me. Her lips slowly turning into her usual smirk. "Go ahead. Kill me babe. Shoot me, dead. That way we can both become murders and rot in hell along with everyone in this basement." She took two steps closer. "Stop. I don't want to hurt you." I whispered. 》

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